Blackness came. I could fight no more. I slid to the floor as the hotel room door burst open. I paid no attention as the hotel personnel barged in. What they thought when they saw me collapsed on the floor, hand broken, lip nearly severed, a phone clenched to my ear, I cannot say.
In that instant I could imagine only one thing: the scene unfolding nearly two hundred miles away. The hotel room was no more. My home had become absolute, my complete focus. I could hear the sirens descending upon the house, fading to shrill bursts as an army of emergency vehicles flooded into the yard. Inside a madman knelt over my family, delighting in the end of a game made just for him. I could see him cleaning his knife, his task done, and as I imagined him rising from his knees and standing over my daughters, I saw his lips part in a smile, an innocent childlike smile. Then he left, slipping away under the cover of darkness.
That same darkness enveloped me as I lost consciousness. Yet that smile never left. I see it even now, every time I close my eyes, and on every stranger's face. That smile will never leave me, imagined though it may be. I cannot forget it, those shining teeth, nor the delight in that voice. They, the smile and the calm, pleased whisperings of a madman, are my family now. Until death...
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HorrorMr. Nelson Pugh suffers from crippling anxiety, which is only exacerbated when he travels. So when on his latest business trip he receives an unusual series of calls from his wife, Eleanor, his anxiety gets the best of him. At first, giving in to hi...